The Virgin Layers
King of reinvention
no telling where
all of this is taking me
already sunk into the depths of despair
not as if you cared
past the healing power of prayer
alone in some barren room
facing myself
and all my complexities
maybe today will be different
salty change in the air
still facing stormy seas
only now with no apologies
wind in the hair
strands falling in my eyes
clothes hanging in tatters
but nothing really matters
have to swallow ill bureaucracy
to destroy these shackles
attempting to restrain
absorb this pain
to the virgin layers beneath
untainted and pure,
like promises meant to keep
before it all gathers to wither
surrendering to the big sleep
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